Kyoko Akan vs Rachel Carin

As much as she tried to be Kyoko wasn't heartless, her career would be so much easier if she didn't care about anyone's plight or if she could wail on an opponent without concern. But she wasn't like that and seeing Rachel looking around scared out of her mind made her fell powerful and in control, for about 5 seconds before she began whimpering like a scared little girl and a similar scene played in her head that took the smile off her face.

"St-stop crying.." She said as her voice began to crack abit from the painful memory in her head. She began shaking her head as if to avoid it like it was something that could be dodged before suddenly her anger returned. "Damnit I said stop!" Kyoko yelled as she drove her knee into Rachels gut and followed with with 5 punches to try and drone out Rachels whimpering.

The flurry of emotions and thoughts that raced through Rachel's head could barely be controlled: while she had certainly been in worse positions before, they weren't always this blatantly helpless. A quivering lip desperately tried to sputter out some sort of beg or plea, but all that came out was a pathetic whimpering, backed by all the dread and embarrassment of having her big return go so horribly wrong. But for all her fear and anxiety, empathy cut through to the forefront for if just a moment as Kyoko panicked.

If there was anything Rachel was good at, it was understanding the emotions of others, even at just a glance. For all her own fears, she could see a different kind of fear in Kyoko's eyes. This woman had been here before, she had seen this, done this. Or, possibly even more, this had been done to her, made her this way now. It could be just considered a guess, but Rachel could see it all in an instant, hear it in her voice as she begged the restrained girl to stop.

But there wasn't a chance to stop, as a hard, painful knee slammed into her tired tummy and pressed another spittle of blood from her body, forcing the tears that hid behind her eyes to come creeping to the forefront. Soon, blow after blow landed landed deep in her soft skin, causing her legs to stumble out from under her as she was only kept upright by the restraints that held her in place. Each punch caused Rachel to whimper and moan in pain, until the fifth fist had her howling, miserable but still quite conscious. She struggled to regain her footing as her legs seemed to slip on the mat below, barely able to keep her weak, trembling body still long enough to get herself upright and presented for yet another beating

Kyoko was not having this, after all this time pushing away the thought of that painful event she was not about to sympathize with someone who was too weak to prevent the same thing. Rachel brought this on herself and Kyoko could not afford to let that fact get to her just because of what it reminded her off.

"What good does that get you here? You couldn't protect yourself and this is the result of it!" Kyoko said as she went to get a weapon, settling on the Kendo stick from before Kyoko raised it up and swung it into Rachels belly over and over again, the crowd counting the number of times the weapon struck her bare belly.

As Kyoko went off to retrieve another weapon Rachel's feet squirmed under her again, slipping and kicking as she instinctively tried to escape her predicament. But with her arms locked over the rope and in front of the turnbuckle, there was nowhere to go and when her opponent returned with a kendo stick in hand, all she could do was clench her teeth and eyes and prepare for the worst.

The nature of the weapon at hand was not as thick or heavy as the baseball bat or the chair, and while each blow stung immensely, it did little to bring her closer to unconsciousness. In fact, as strike after strike landed, the audience counting out loud along with each blow, the pain only seemed to wake her up more, yelping and screaming while saliva involuntarily dripped from her mouth. It wasn't until another five hits Kyoko seemed satisfied, while Rachel just stared at the floor and panted in place, practically leaking from the eyes and mouth.

After a barrage of blows to Rachels belly with the kendo stick, Kyoko pulled away already bored of the weapon but still not feeling satisfied or better about the situation. Still she wasn't about to let Rachels crying make her slow down.

Grabbing the chair Kyoko came int and threw three chair shots into her stomach before taking the tip and driving it into her navel. She'd drop that weapon as well before going back to the corner opposite of Rachel. "This is what crying gets you!" She declared as she ran forward and ducked driving her shoulder and trying to bury it into the pit of Rachels belly.

Rachel's breathing was heavy and labored as she tried once again to collect herself, struggling to stay composed as Kyoko dropped the kendo stick and returned with the steel chair once again. With her shoulders held upright by the top ropes, Rachel's exposed belly was about the same length as the breadth of the chair, and so each impact matched flesh for steel inch to inch. With each strike, Rachel let out a gasping, choking whine, too winded to properly scream anymore, and the sweat that gleamed off her bare skin clapped loudly as it was struck by the hard, flat surface, making a loud enough bang for some of the audience to even cringe at the impacts. After the third blow, Rachel hardly had time to breathe before the short end of the furniture-turned-weapon was shoved deep into her abdomen, squeezing a bit of blood out from her body to spray onto it's surface.

The chance to breathe she got as Kyoko crossed the ring was instead filled with coughing, gasping and sputtering as her battered belly was starting to reach its limits, blood, sweat, tears and saliva all dripping from her exhausted, quivering body as she vainly tried to mentally prepare herself for the next attack. Not that she really could, and being berated for crying was only making it harder to stay composed. She thought she could make a comeback, show some toughness, but instead she was a crying, sniveling mess, and she was being punished for it, severely.

As Kyoko came rushing back across the ring, she slammed her shoulder into the smaller girl's exhausted tummy, all 150 pounds of the woman crashing in like a freight train. The impact shot another mouthful of blood out of Rachel's body, and the thud of the two of them crashing into the turnbuckle could easily be heard in the crowd. Her body really starting to give out, the beaten girl slipped off her feat again, once more only held up by the cuffs around her now worn-down wrists. Whether because of exhaustion, sweat, or the welling tears, Rachel's vision became fuzzy, and one eyelid slid halfway down her eye while the other stayed erect as her feet came out from under her.

Kyoko pulled away to see Rachels condition, and it was clearly bad. She was barely standing and her eyes were srut,int to to stay open while her belly was a bright red and bruised all over, Kyoko decided that the end was coming closer to the end and she realesed the girl from her cuffs.

Laeaving her in the corner Kyoko began looking around for the appropriate weapon to end this match before her eyes came upon the sledgehammer. Picking it up and walking to her foe Kyoko raised the hammer and swung the hammer so the front end of it buried itself in Rachkes already destroyed tummy.

Though she was released from her cuffs, Rachel slumped over the top ropes of the turnbuckle, too exhausted to go anywhere as Kyoko fetched yet another weapon. Most of her energy was focused on keeping herself awake, her vision blurry and fading, and what little energy was left went towards getting her wobbly legs to push herself to her feet properly. Her breathing became loud and labored, interspaced with loud whimpering and gurgling sounds, as though she was forcibly keeping her own insides in place while she moved. She had certainly taken worse beatings before, but this was possibly the worst damage her tummy had ever taken, and that was certainly saying something. Finally with extraneous effort she managed to rise to flat feet and wobble a step away from the corner, enough to not use her arms for support anymore.

And just in time, too, to see Kyoko rapidly approaching, with a sledgehammer, of all things, in hand. In sudden horror at what was about to happen, Rachel's drooping eyelids raised to full-mast, as she choked and gasped for the words she needed. "WAIT-" was all she could muster before the head of the weapon came crashing into her destroyed belly, knocking her back into the turnbuckle before she fell forward to her knees. The agony crawled it's way through her entire body, overwhelming her until her senses started to drift away, one by one. Dizzily kneeling for a moment, Rachel leaned forward and heaved one last, hefty mouthful of blood onto the mat before both eyes rolled back into her head. Her vision finally fading to black, Rachel's eyelids slowly drooped down and she collapsed forward, her face landing in the red stain she had left on the mat.

It was all she needed, after all that had happened the one blow with the sledgehammer finally proved to be to much for Rachel's belly to handle as she collapsed to the floor and eventuall fell face first into her own bloody mat. Kyoko dropped the sledgehammer as the ref checked to verify that Rachel was indeed out before she rang the bell.

Kyoko smiled sadly as she one the one side match but still she couldn't shake the image of her opponent being cuffed on the corner. She had nothing to say and wished Rachel put up more of a fight so she don't have to think about it. She didnt regret what she did to win the match but as she left the ring she wondered what made her so angry about the whole thing.